A lot to talk about in the morning.

“I think you me and your mother, need to have some long conversations in the morning,” he told me.

I shuddered at his words, this was better than I could have ever hopped for, “Does that mean I need to stop?” I asked him, hoping he would say no.

As he took a breath to respond the door to the den opened and I saw my mother there wearing her nightgown, “Don’t stop because of me,” she said with a big smile, “I think it is quite erotic to see just the shoulders of my husband as my daughter rides him.”

Dad started beneath me, “Judith, I’m sorry it just sort of happened,” he said.

“Oh I saw most of it, so know that Kimmie is mostly to blame,” she said. “Would either of you like a refill of your scotch?”

Dad was silent as I continued to grind against me, “Please mum, I would love a refill.”

Mum came into the room and grabbed the bottle, “It’s alright dear,” she said to dad, “you have had these fantasies for years, I’m glad you finally get a chance to fulfill them.”

He groaned as mum poured me more whiskey, she then held the bottle towards him and he nodded. “Just be careful to not accidently knock her up,” mum had emphasised the word accidently.

I felt dad throb inside me, “Are you going to stay Mum?”

She shook her head, “No, I’m going to go back to bed and let you enjoy yourselves,” she said as she pulled out her phone, “and I might enjoy myself as well,” she took a quick snap. My mother was taking a picture of her daughter, riding her husband. I came in a shuddering mess on top of dad. “Oh and dear, I’m not cleaning the leather tomorrow, that will be your job.” She leant down and gave dad a quick kiss on the lips. “We will talk more tomorrow, I think Kimmie might want you in her bed tonight. Have fun you two.”

I was panting with arousal as my mother left the room, “Did your wife just give you permission to take your daughter to bed?” I asked my father.

His cock throbbed inside me, “Yes she did, but I’m comfortable here for now.”

I continued to ride him a little longer, each orgasm coming closer together. “God Dad you feel so good, and with Mum’s permission I hope we get to fuck a lot more.”

Dad agreed, “We just need to be careful when you are fertile.”

I leant back and smiled at him, “How about we talk to Mum about that tomorrow. I have a feeling she would love you to knock me up.”

That was all dad needed, in a shuddering scream he filled me with his hot cum. I rode through it on an orgasmic high, my pussy milking him for all he was worth. “So,” I said when he finally focused on my face again, “bed and round two?”